𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂 ❶

𝟒𝟒. ✭ 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐘 ✭

"You working a job tonight?" Knowing I didn't need to introduce myself, she is clearly already aware of who I am. "Because you've been keeping safe haven at said place yourself. Interesting to see you out and about."

She shrugs with, "maybe I am?" Her eyes roam over me in a devouring manner. I don't blame her, there is much of me to devour, much of me to appraise. When she's done drinking me in from head to toe her eyes are practically fucking sparkling. I wasn't really expecting anything less. When you're my size and height, born with natural and ridiculously good looks, it's just the expectation. I'm always assessed in the same approving manner.

"You want to dance?" I'd like to get lost in music right now then later get lost in her orgasmic moans as I fuck her wildly. If she agrees to the former then I know she's for sure going to want the latter. Women always do.

"The real question is— is can you keep up?" A devilish grin takes over her features as she grabs ahold of my hand and pulls me into a group of gyrating bodies, one of the group orgies, if you will. The beat on the speakers is fast, sinful, radiating through my entire body. Her body moves in time with the music and I move along with her, much to her chagrin.

Now, not to sound like a completely arrogant dickhead, but I can dance superbly well. I can do most physical things very well, in all honesty. Even in my tight-fit tailored suit I know how to move. The beat changes to a mixture of techno and Latin music which has me grinning arrogantly as I take both of her hands in mine. I spin her around and lead her into a fast salsa which has her brows raising.

"I think the realest question here," I spin her around and then pull her boy into mine before dancing us toward her and then back toward me, "is can you keep up, darling." She surprises me by turning me and then bringing us back together. "You at least show some promise."

After I've managed to sweat nearly all of the garbage I've ingested over the past twenty-four hours out on the dance floor, we leave the club and stop by a food cart. "Thank the heavens for this." She pile drives a hot dog in about three bites, much like myself. "You know, I'm surprised Kenneth let you out of there alive, much less with a woman."

"Your guess is as good as mine as to why. I'm sure I have quite the target on my back. I was actually hoping for a little bit of action tonight." She arches a playful brow. "Maybe you can give that to me?"

"A night with the infamous sadist Torey Riley? King of a crime legacy? How does one even say no to that?"

"They don't and thanks for the ego boost but there's no need. And if that was sarcasm then you are tricking yourself into thinking I am anything other than a sadist, especially in the bedroom department."

"I wonder if that particular part of your reputation proceeds you." She runs her tongue on her bottom lip, cleaning up the remnants of sauce that'd been there.

I wipe my face and toss my garbage and hers into the trash can a few feet away from us. "Guess there's only one way to find that out."

"You know, I thought you were spoken for." My jaw ticks slightly at that. "Have I struck a nerve?" She almost looks hopeful. If she's looking for my inner-sadist then bringing up that particular festering internal wound, which would be my relationship with Dani, and poking it would be a way to bring him out. "What do you say we go back, head to my room, and oh, I don't know... work on those anger issues I heard you had?"

"Like I said previously, I don't know if you can keep up. But if you'd like to try then, by all means, you're free to follow." I say nothing else as I begin my trek back to The Harvey Watch.

She's on my heels the entire way, surprisingly keeping up with my long, quick strides. Her casual mention of Dani, saying that she thought I was spoken for left a funny taste in my mouth. One that screamed 'I'm here to make you pay for that specific mistake'. That kind of fucking taste.

I might be slightly under the influence of several things, not as much as I previously had been, but I am usually obnoxiously aware of my surroundings and extremely good at reading people even when I'm at my worst. Empathy can be the bitch of all gifts. I blame it on my zodiac sign. I'm a Cancer male which means I'm overly in tune with everyone's emotions but unfortunately for me, I'm shit at showing them, well, other than the negative ones it seems like.

"Why are you walking so fast?" She eventually asks once we're about a block and a half away from our destination. I'd made a detour through a small abandoned alley, one I'm sure she is questioning.

"Why? You can't keep up?" I don't stop I just continue my quick pace, deeper into the alley. I hear the sound of a gun cocking which has me shaking my head. I let out a sigh with, "yeah, I knew it was too good to be true." I'm talking to the street in front of me, at no one really. "You know your technique is shit though." I turn around quickly on my heel.

"Don't take a step closer." She has both hands on the gun, aiming at my head.

"Call a favor in, did you?" Her face is blank. "Kenneth. You called in a favor, obviously, which is why I wasn't taken up by his men at the club." I had been hoping they would, hoping for a fight. I wouldn't be getting it if wasn't for the female in front of me. "What's the bounty for me?"

"More than enough to split between three parties."

"Dead or alive?"

"Alive."

"And how exactly did you plan on bringing me in alive?" I hear footsteps at the entrance of the alley but don't bother looking up.

"Once we've got you all we need is Dani and—" In one quick, powerful step forward I grab both of her hands that are wrapped around her gun in one of mine. A shot goes off loudly, barely missing me before I squeeze so hard she screams and I grab her gun from her.

"If you know anything about me at all then you should know what I'm good at." Her eyes slightly widen in fear before settling into a composed, unafraid mask of absolute bullshit. "Well, if that's how you want to play it." I aim the gun at her with a smile. "You're the first of many that will earn a bullet. You either tell me what I need to know—" The moment she goes to lunge for me I pull the trigger. Brain matter splays itself on the pavement as the footsteps in the alley quicken. I place both hands on the gun and aim. Three more shots and three more bodies drop to the ground.

I walk hurriedly out of the alley thinking about Dani and if there's someone after her right now. I need to make sure she's okay. I need to protect her because Brooks is in no shape to defend her right now. Anxiety flows through me at my recklessness.

Stupid and reckless. A complete fucking mess.

That's what I am right now.

A/N:
That song though, it's a whole mood, am I right?